“Saucy wench.” Garrett grabbed her wrists. “Stop playing with my balls, or we’ll have to move to the shower.”
Her throaty laugh vibrated down his spine. She palmed a bottle of shampoo and dribbled it over his head. She was good at this; her skilled fingertips were firm against his scalp as she washed the sweat and grime from his hair.
In that moment he knew he’d do anything, go anywhere for this woman. He was putty in her hands.
“Scoot forward and tip your head back. Time to rinse.”
Relaxed, his mood vastly improved, Garrett slid forward and dunked himself under the water. A few swipes of his hands over his head and he came up, shampoo free.
Water splashed over the edge as Jessa slid into the tub behind him. Her legs circled and came to rest on his thighs. Garrett arched and wiggled his shoulders to caress her taut nipples with his back.
The gentle rasp of a washcloth brushed over him. He bent forward, giving her more room to work as she moved in slow circles, rubbing in a hypnotizing rhythm. She washed his arms, his chest, his stomach. He soaked up her touch, reveled in the feel of her hands on him.
His cock bobbed in protest at being ignored when her knuckles brushed over the patch of hair at his base and then moved away. She was torturing him and he was powerless against her.
“Feel better?”
“Hmm. I’ll say. Almost back to human.” He turned so he could look in her eyes. “I’m really sorry I was such an ass.”
She should be angry. Rail at him for the way he’d treated her. Instead, she placed a gentle palm against his cheek. The compassion in her eyes killed him. He didn’t deserve any of it. Not her or her compassion.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
What was he going to say? That he wanted a relationship with her? That he had no idea how he was ever going to let her go? He wasn’t so naive. Things weren’t that simple. He wished to God they were.
“No. I want to enjoy this moment.”
“It’s early yet. There are many more moments to come.”
He was counting on it. “And I intend to enjoy them all.” A loud knock on the door made Jessa jump. “You expecting someone, princess?”
“I’d better get that.”
She started to rise, but he stopped her. He rolled in the water, turned until he faced her, and pulled her onto his lap.
“Garrett?”
He squeezed her in a tight hug. “I missed you too, Jess.”
Chapter Thirteen
Jessa stepped out of the tub, lingering a moment to enjoy the view. Garrett was sex-on-a-stick fully clothed and covered in sweat. Bathtub Garrett was even more tempting. Tanned skin pulled taut over hardened muscles. His strong thighs bunching as he bent his knees and reclined against the back of the tub. His hair teased the tops of his shoulders as drops of water fell from the ends to join the rivulets running down his chest. Wet strands fell around to grace his cheekbones and Jessa reached out to smooth them back. He was spectacular.
And he’d missed her.
The knock sounded again.
“That’s dinner. Guess I lost track of the time.” She pulled a large terrycloth robe off the hook behind the door and wrapped herself in it. “Stay and enjoy your bath. I’ll be back in a bit.”
She leaned over and kissed his forehead, trailing her fingers through his mess of hair. If she didn’t get out of here, they’d miss dinner for sure. “Don’t do anything you shouldn’t,” she called out as she pulled the bathroom door closed behind her.
“One second,” she yelled as she pulled on a pair of shorts and the T-shirt she’d gotten from Garrett the other night. She loved the feel of the soft cotton against her skin. She’d slept in it every night, his lingering scent reminding her of what they’d shared.
God, she’d missed being with him.
The last few days had been agony.